Lovies in Heaven

Since she was a baby, my daughter has slept with a little elephant lovie. It's one someone gifted us at the baby shower, and it was so loved, I invested in a second one as back-up for when this one was dirty. She still sleeps with it, although I don't think it gets cuddled as often as it did once up on a time, now that she's a big five-year-old.
The other day, in the car, my girl asked me which cloud was God's.
"What? What do you mean?"
"I mean, which one does He live in?"

"He doesn't actually live in the clouds, honey. That's just how some people draw it because we don't really know anything except that heaven is higher than the earth."
"Oh."
That then lead our discussion to who all we'd see again when we get to heaven, and how great it would be to see Gamma and Grandma and others who are going to be there when we arrive. Then, I hear a teary voice from the backseat.
"But I won't have my lovies in Heaven. I'll miss my elephant!"
I talked to her about how Heaven was going to be so amazing and wonderful that we wouldn't even need our lovies up there. Because we'll be happy all the time.
But isn't it funny the things we consider more important than heaven? The inconsequential comforts of earth that, in the long run, won't even be missed when we get up there? I hope I never hold onto something so hard that belongs down here that it keeps me from joining my God up there. What about you? Do you have lovies you think you're going to miss?